When Zhou Cong returned to the courtyard where several people lived, it was already dark. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The lights in the room flickered, maybe they heard Zhou Cong's footsteps, the door creaked open, and the three of them walked out quickly, Xiao Bai and the three of them stared at their bloodshot eyes, and their faces were filled with a smile like the morning sun.

Seeing that they hadn't slept all night in order to wait for him, Zhou Cong couldn't help but have a sour nose, and the taste of being remembered was indescribably moved.

He hurriedly walked over and patted Xiaobai's shoulder, stretched out his arms and hugged Zhao Min, but only nodded at Xue Wu.

Xue Wu pouted playfully, glared at Zhou Cong a little unhappily, didn't say anything but turned her head to ignore Zhou Cong, flicked her sleeves and walked towards the room, and said coldly: "I'm sleepy, don't disturb me, I need to rest!"

"You, do you still need to sleep, you are a thousand ......" Xiao Bai meant that Xue Wu, a snow spirit who has practiced for thousands of years, does not need to sleep, but before he finished speaking, he was glared at by Zhao Min fiercely, and then closed his mouth abruptly. smiled ambiguously at Zhou Cong.

Xiao Bai's eyes looked at Zhou Cong's back numb for a while, and he stretched out his finger and knocked it on Xiao Bai's bald head: "What are you laughing at!"

Xiaobai covered his head dissatisfied, and muttered: "It's not your fault, show mercy everywhere." I can't finish this time, I'll let you!"

"Huh!" Zhou Cong's face was black, but he didn't know how to explain it, he didn't think he showed any affection for Xue Wu, where did he come from? He looked at Zhao Min a little innocently, and smiled.

"I'm innocent, Min'er understands me!"

Who knew that Zhao Min also turned his head back to the house, and said: "Who knows you, I didn't get into your stomach!" Zhao Min seemed to be in casual words, but he was faintly unhappy.

Zhou Cong salivated and walked in with Zhao Min as if he were playful, and shut Xiaobai out of the door with a snap.

Xiaobai touched his big bald head and said with a smile: "Heavy color and light friend!"

Zhou Cong took Zhao Min in his arms in the room and gently held her hair.

He didn't explain anything, together with Zhao Min he felt that it was his most relaxed moment, no need to explain indifferently, and he didn't have to care about anything, because they didn't need to explain at all, he couldn't help but be a little moved, gently picked up Zhao Min's chin, and kissed her delicate red lips gently.

His arms couldn't help but tighten, and he didn't have any thoughts in his heart, but in his heart he felt that the woman in his arms was his warmest support at this time, his treasure!

She never asked for anything, but he knew what she needed, and he couldn't help but secretly decide in his heart that when everything was done, he would definitely give him a result!

"Min'er!" Zhou Cong gently stroked her hair and shouted softly.

"Hmm!" Zhao Min raised his head and whispered shyly.

"Thank you!" Zhou Cong didn't know what he should say, but he felt that he should thank Zhao Min for his tolerance, although thanking him was useless, but from the bottom of his heart, he felt that he owed her too much......

They hugged each other tighter, and it was a little hard to breathe, but they still hugged each other tightly. want to blend in with each other, the room is full of Xuanni, and the deep love is tightly entangled. The lights went out all night......

"Bai Qingfeng, get out of here!" Suddenly, there was a burst of shouting and scolding from outside the door.

The voice was a little familiar, and Zhou Cong suddenly sounded that this was the voice he heard in his ears when he was pushed out of Heavenly Sword Peak by Huang Que'er.

He put on his clothes and walked slowly to the courtyard, and followed the sound to see a young man with a stubby body, shaped like a turnip, with a round head and a pockmarked face, standing there proudly. Jumping and shouting.

"Wang Mazi?" "Coming to the Heavenly Sword Gate for so long, although he doesn't go out much, he has faintly heard some things in the door, although he has not met, but he is almost certain that this fat man with a pockmarked face must be the Wang Mazi who everyone talks about tiger color change in the mouth of the disciples, because there are many people with pockmarks, but there are not many people with pockmarks on their faces.

People are afraid of him, but not because of his advanced cultivation, nor entirely because he is the cousin of Wang Qingyu, the first disciple of the inner gate, but because of his pungent temperament, no matter who offends him, he will be like a dog's skin plaster, sticking to you and harassing you every day. People are afraid of Wang Qingyu's cultivation, and they don't dare to do anything to him.

Gradually, no matter whether his cultivation was inferior to him or stronger than him, they all avoided him like a plague god, and Wang Mazi became more and more arrogant, as if the first disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect was not his cousin, but himself.

Zhou Cong didn't bother to talk to this kind of person, but just nodded slightly, but it made Wang Mazi even more angry.

"Fuck, Bai Qingfeng, you told Lao Tzu, did you go to find Senior Sister Huang Que'er last night?"

Zhou Cong was still smiling, looked at him and said, "How is it, isn't it?"

"Hehe!" Wang Mazi sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, took off his shoes and rubbed the mud on his feet with one hand, sniffed hard under his nose, squinted his eyes and said very enjoyably: "If you don't, you will die today! If not, you give grandpa a snort, I will spare you!"

"Oh!" Zhou Cong's face suddenly turned cold: "I didn't hear clearly, do you dare to say it again?"

"Lao Tzu said this ten times, how dare you disagree?" Wang Mazi instantly jumped up from the stone bench, clenched his fists and was about to rush over.

In the face of Wang Mazi's unreasonableness, Zhou Cong smiled strangely, only to see his figure flicker, a phantom flashed, and a crisp snap was like a lit firecracker.

Zhou Cong rubbed his hands and looked at Wang Mazi with a smile.

Wang Mazi's face suddenly turned red, and the red blood at the corner of his mouth oozed out, poof! A burnt tooth fell to the ground with the blood!

"You! you dare to hit me, good boy, I'll kill you!" said Wang Mazi, like a round spinning top, rushing towards Zhou Cong.

With a muffled sound, Wang Mazi's body flew out of the door like a thrown water tank, slamming heavily on the ground and unable to get up!

"Good boy, if you dare to beat me, my senior brother Wang will never spare you, you wait for Lao Tzu!" said Wang Mazi and rushed away.

Senior Brother Wang? Could it be that he was going to invite Wang Qingyu? In any case, Zhou Cong didn't believe that Wang Qingyu would show up so easily, but who was Senior Brother Wang he was talking about?

Soon Zhou Cong had an answer.

Just before Wang Mazi's chubby body went far, a louder slap came into Zhou Cong's ears again: "Waste!

That voice was definitely not Wang Qingyu.

I saw in the distance, Wang Mazi walked in front pitifully with his head down, followed by a young man with a sharp-beaked monkey cheek with a folding fan.

The young man kicked Wang Mazi's ass fiercely, and said fiercely: "Go quickly!"

"Senior Brother Bai, you don't remember the villain, spare me Hu Liang this time!" Wang Mazi said.

"What, aren't you Wang Mazi?" Zhou Cong couldn't help asking.

"Whoever says it's pockmarked must have a pockmarked face. Can't you be as personable as me?" said the young man with the sharp beak and cheeks, shaking his fan and tilting his head!